"there are no beautiful endings, without first making beautiful mistakes"

Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane… don’t know when I’ll be back again.

By the time you read this, I will (hopefully) be sitting at Andrew’s cottage in the sunshine and heat, drink in hand, probably exhausted from a 6:30am flight. This is my last entry before my vacation, and I will be back in about two weeks with both stories and pictures.

I thought before I left I would do something fun and cute. You know me, I can never turn down a survey. Both your wishcake, Apricot Tea and Kyla Roma have done this, so I’m also jumping on the always-sometimes-never bandwagon as well.

I always…

have a story brewing inside my head, even if it’s just to pass the time on the bus, or never gets written down. I was the most magnificent liar storyteller when I was a kid.

take too many pictures in the moment, because I want to remember every second.

hoped I would have an epic love story at a young age, but never realized how truly lucky I would get with the boy who loves me.

wanted to be a writer. Always.

forgive too easily, even though I know (from past experience) the same thing is probably going to happen over, and over again.

choose Frank Sinatra, classic rock, or songs from my past over whatever is currently popular on the radio.

I sometimes…

dance as though no one is watching, busting a move in public places like the grocery store and it always embarrasses whoever I’m with.

buy clothes I’ll probably never have the opportunity to wear, just because they’re too beautiful to pass up.

get frustrated I don’t have the same willpower and determination for exercise I had when I was fourteen (even though I was scary obsessed with it and spent hours a day exercising that summer.)

get jealous of the people around me getting engaged because I’m so ready for Andrew and I to take that step. But I understand why it’s not the right time.

wish I had the bravery to just sign up for dance classes because I want to learn how to really dance, but I’m too scared of looking like an idiot in front of strangers.

miss my old, super long hair. But I am so in love with short hair lately, it’s okay. If worse comes to worse, I can always save up and buy hair extensions.

I never…

like to leave a store without buying something. It’s weird, but I have this fear that if I don’t people will think I’m stealing. Andrew’s slowly breaking me of this habit, but it used to be pretty bad (and expensive!)

thought I’d be this relaxed about getting on an airplane without Andrew standing beside me, holding my hand, telling me to breathe.

can turn down a shot of Jack Daniels. And it surprises people how well I can handle it, considering I’m pretty small, and two glasses of wine usually gets me beyond tipsy.

sleep the recommended 8 hours of sleep a night. Either I go to bed too late, or I wake up too early, or both. It’s a bad habit, and I really wish I could learn to sleep more soundly.

wonder “if” Andrew and I are going to make it. Our relationship, and future, is one of the only things I’ve ever been a hundred percent solid and certain about.

want to truly grow up. It’s probably part of the reason I’m so attracted to writing (and reading) young adult stories. Even when I do grow up, get married, have babies, I still hope I can find that youthful spark inside of myself, and keep it alive.